Sweet Potato Enchiladas with Chipotle Stout Pomegranate Sauce

I woke up to a City covered in snow and slightly panicked about it. It wasn’t that long ago that I was living {here}, and putting up Christmas decorations in a sundress. The thing about the Pacific Northwest that takes some getting used to is that they embrace the cold weather and completely freak out about it. Cities up here don’t own snow plows, or salt roads, they shut down school for a week even if there is just a threat of snow, and once the forecast hints at temperatures dipping below 30F, there is a run on all the wood in town for the inevitable loss of power. (I can feel the eye roll from the Mid West).

Maybe because my compute is just from the bed to the kitchen, unbinding me from dealing with the winter roads, but I like it more than I thought I would. The snow blanketing my yard, covering the hill I live on, slowly and silently settling in, just seems like magic in a way.

My new roommate, however, isn’t thrilled about this at all. He must be forced outside when the time necessitates. Maybe he’ll get used to it, but probably just about the time it all melts and spring starts to settle in.